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Nitro & Si.

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It ain't the same, man
So secluded, got more poles than a fisherman
The world we live in is a gangland
I'm just a starvin' artist dreamin' bout a real plan, yeah

I grew up with depression and trauma like it's a birthright
Handwrite my sessions of dramas and let it sit tight
We all need a push, cause these demons put up a good fight
I still got highlights from the prize fights, f*ck a soundbite
Really came up starvin' with niggas who had no appetite
My dawg told me keep on excellin', but I was scared of heights
They all went to heaven like stars amongst the moonlight
When y'all makin' food truck 2, when the time right
Now we back in action, is passion truly unstable
Every beat we blackin' out, bringin' bread to the table
I'm lookin' at these rappers like this is who they've enabled
How they go from rappin' to trappin', which one's the fable
Ayy, f*ck it, let em drown, just long as my ship is steady
As long as I make your heart skip a beat
You know like Eddie
Cane switch
I been down with some niggas since Ed and Eddie
We ain't stop until we look up above and see confetti
If this was middle ages, they horseback with the swordplay
But now it's doomsday, straight gunplay all in broad day
El Chapo got them crackers so salty with a mad face
He groundhog his safes, played it safe with all his caches
Turn off the news and temptations right by the nightstand
I'm learnin' how to love with a queen, am I the right man
This jungle kept me runnin' from pain, I'm more like Tarzan
I contemplate my love of the game, I need a game plan

Uh, it ain't the same, man
So secluded, got more poles than a fisherman
The world we livin' is a gangland
I'm just a starvin' artist dreamin' bout a real plan
Uh, it ain't the same, man

So secluded, got more poles than a fisherman
The world we livin' is a gangland
I'm just a starvin' artist dreamin' bout a real plan

I got dreams of diamonds, Tiffany
Oh, could it be sweet as it seems
My dinner plate need finer things
My centerfold need dinner rolls, no butter beans
Please cut the check and tip the waiters
Make it out to Nitro, not your savior
I could save em', kickin' flavor
Where I come from, dirty as a stain
But I get cleaner than a newborn
I transform, feelin' like I'm reborn
I take a splash of that holy water
Drownin' all my sins in brown that's darker than my thoughts
At times I contemplate whether or not I got the strength to carry all this weight
Sometimes my back is tired, but I know I got a soldier on even with my hands tied
And I got my back against the rope, gotta swallow my damn pride
Please watch me while I traffic all this dope
Yes, Lord
Oh, could it be sweet as it seems
My woods and lawn need better greens
My centerfold need Centerfolds
My Baby need the extra blessings dripping til' the Runneth over
Vivid pictures, paint these lyrics like I'm magic
Or I'm Curry with the wrist
Wizard Kelly running shit, with a led fist, vice grip
Wanna' catch it take a pic, it will last longer than it takes for you to make a plate of this soul food
Buckle up, this Food Truck 2
We out for bigger bucks, fully loaded like a Simi truck
Si got the Hemi tucked, Just in case he have to flip a steak, but thats rare
I'm just tryin' to save a plate for my heirs
God protect them from this crazy world

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